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Sunday At Noon – Withdrawal lyrics
Some days I feel like dying, like I wish I could
Withdraw to your apartment, beating my head on wood
Took a nap on the floor this morning, dreaming of you
Woke up with tears in my eyes, another drink sounds good
What the hells wrong with me guess, feeling better takes time
I know you ain’t comin back babe, guess I’ll lay down and die
Baby baby would you please not go
I’m still waiting please just text my phone
Girl you’re rippin’ me up 3x
Girl you’re killing me
Lady Lady left me all alone
One more drink and maybe you’ll come home
Girl you’re rippin’ me up 3x
Girl you’re killing me
They tell me that sex sells
Cuz they know that love is hell
Take me back to the good old days
I wanna Sleep it all away
(Girl you’re rippin’ me up) 3x
Girl you’re killing me
3 missed calls no return
I wasn’t ready for how it burns
I still got you in my blood,
I let it bleed just to get you out
Drank it all in the cupboards, it don’t taste no good
It’s getting hard to swallow, when he’s out with you
I hope that you will miss me too
Withdraw to your apartment, beating my head on wood
Took a nap on the floor this morning, dreaming of you
Woke up with tears in my eyes, another drink sounds good
What the hells wrong with me guess, feeling better takes time
I know you ain’t comin back babe, guess I’ll lay down and die
Baby baby would you please not go
I’m still waiting please just text my phone
Girl you’re rippin’ me up 3x
Girl you’re killing me
Lady Lady left me all alone
One more drink and maybe you’ll come home
Girl you’re rippin’ me up 3x
Girl you’re killing me
They tell me that sex sells
Cuz they know that love is hell
Take me back to the good old days
I wanna Sleep it all away
(Girl you’re rippin’ me up) 3x
Girl you’re killing me
3 missed calls no return
I wasn’t ready for how it burns
I still got you in my blood,
I let it bleed just to get you out
Drank it all in the cupboards, it don’t taste no good
It’s getting hard to swallow, when he’s out with you
I hope that you will miss me too
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